Join Date: Jul 2002
Location: On the Peace Train
The Allman Brothers
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast,
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow, having fun.
But, back home she'll always run,
To sweet Melissa.
Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
And no one knows the gypsy's name,
And no one hears her lonely sighs,
There are no blankets where she lies.
Lord, in her deepest dreams the gypsy flies,
With sweet Melissa.
Again, the mornin's come.
Again, she's on the run.
A sunbeam's shinin through her hair.
Fear not to have a care.
Well, pick up your gear and gypsy roll on.
Crossroads, will you ever let her go? Lord, Lord.
Or will you hide the dead one's ghost?
Or will she lie, beneath the clay?
Or will her spirit float away?
But, I know that she won't stay,
Yes, I know that she won't stay, yeah,
Lord, Lord, it's all the same.